Blurb: DI Richard Poole is hot, bothered and fed up. He’s stuck on the tropical island of Saint-Marie, forced to live in a rickety old shack on a beach, and there isn’t a decent cup of tea to be found anywhere.
My Review: Being a fan of the TV series, it made sense for me to read this book when it popped up on my radar. The series is back in January and is the perfect antidote to the British winter so reading this book in December seemed like perfect timing, a good way to get some Caribbean sunshine into my life a bit earlier than planned.
Despite being set in the Caribbean I didn’t get much of a feel for the island at all, whether that was because I know it from the TV series and could imagine it myself or for some other reason I’m not sure, but I didn’t get any real sense of the tropical paradise of Saint Marie.
However, what I did get was a carefully plotted detective story, one which kept me reading and guessing until the same time that DI Poole figured it out. It’s not often I work out the killer at the same time or before the police but having done that I still enjoyed hearing/reading the explanation as to why and how. There were some red herrings and twists and turns in the book (just the right amount, not too many) so it was a story that kept me guessing and intrigued throughout.
Although I’ve not loved this book as much as I thought I would, I did still enjoy it and found it a nice, calming antidote to the chaos and pressure of Christmas. I could read it and get caught up in the investigation and forget about gift buying or decorations for a while which is always a good thing as far as I’m concerned.